I see him grow

I see him grow

He just wants to go with the flow

Things that he throw

Gives me a blow 

I want him to go slow

But he is not willing to mow

He is a hard row to hoe

Who brings me immense glow

Tosses me to and fro 

This much I owe

Cause is my foe

This is all I know

Who takes away all my woe. 

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Things kids love to do.

My teeny weeny munchkin has a to do things list everyday, which seems like oxygen for him . Quite literally!!He wishes to explore a material with his hands, nose,mouth,legs without even realising an iota of the repercussions that are bound to follow!

 Will share a few of his riveting activities. 

Hunkering down in an unexpected place,such as a closet or under a table. Trying on all the shoes kept in the house. Pouring water between containers at the kitchen counters. His heart skips a beat every time I turn on the water purifier. His excitement bounces off the wall on seeing the water flow!

Sticking and unsticking stickers! On your shirt,on your cheek,on the walls or wherever his hands go!                      Banging pots and pans really really loud!   Sitting in front of an open cupboard or drawer (by chance if I forget to close it) and messing around with every thing that was once in apple pie order.  

Running around with all the washcloths in the house. Squeezing and squishing the ketchup bottle. He even sweeps up with a little dust pan. Tearing up paper gives him unmeasurable satisfaction and drives us nuts.                                                   These are some of the things he does on daily basis. Kind of his mundane affairs. I guess he is out and busy painting the town red!!

Let kids fly

Today I am going to share some random thoughts that cropped up in my mind recently. As you are aware Independence Day is approaching, I see a lot of bright and colourful kites fluttering high in the sky. This kite flying practice, made me ponder that if we let loose a kite with the wind, it takes a fearless and independent flight rising gradually and slowly. It hovers over the trees, dances with sheer joy in the limitless sky. Not forgetting the fact that a kite can soar the sky, only if it’s connection with the ground is not lost! 

Same school of thought apply to kids. Kids in the beginning are naive, unworldly, unpretentious with spirits so high that they are ready to fly, (literally) at the drop of a hat! 

They are attached with the strings of love, affection, freedom and tender care. The thread of bonding between a parent and a child is similar to the thread of kite flying. You have to set them free to fly high and explore the world; carefully keeping an eye on the thread from the behind. The way a kite needs room to sail with its flowing tail, a child needs space to grow with gentle tending. The thread needs to be pulled and released as and when required. 

Liberate kids from the unnecessary shackles of life. Don’t chain them instead let them chase and create their own space. Teach them that the thread of bonding should never snap, coz if it happens then the kite loses its controls and falls flat on the ground. In the same manner, the eternal bond between a parent and a child should be grown and nurtured everyday. These are memories to be cherished lifelong!  

Kids do teach !!

As they say being a mom is not a child’s play, it’s so apt isn’t it. Because you have a child that plays you according to his whims and fancies. Sixteen months into this motherhood thing, guess I have come a long way ; but still have miles to go before I sleep. 
Today I am going to share tiny little things or you may say lessons that’s stirring in my heart.  
My little monster has taught me to have my meals in a jiffy. I have mastered the art of walking around the house without tumbling over the ever scattered toys. 

According to him, a short or I must say a very short power nap is all you need to be-rejuvenated and back to work.  

Never nurse grudges in your heart, it takes a balloon or a chocolate to forget all reprimands that he received a while ago. 

He has taught me to sleep with the tiniest area on the bed. Quite literally!! Coz he believes in curling and swirling all over the bed throughout the night. 

Talking about strength, he being so tiny puts all his blood and sweat to pick up a laptop or something even heavier. He teaches me to be strong enough to cry out the bad days and welcome the new ones with a smile. 

Patience is “the” word. Trying to teach a toddler what is wrong and right; and not to drop the plate twentieth time can make anyone lose their sanity. But I have learnt breathing in and out and saying ‘let it go’ all the while. 

He believes in taking risks and trusting his intuition. If it works in his favour, he seems to have conquered the world; if it doesn’t he will try again! Never give up is what he is trying to teach. 

This is just the beginning, am sure there are lots in store. 

My little bundle of joy.

Once upon a time, we lead a carefree , easygoing and buoyant life. But things changed or should I say our lives changed when God sent my little prince to bring me immense joy and happiness.                    

Everything went topsy-turvy. Our bundle of happiness had entered the world. We were ecstatic and it was a mixed bag of emotions and nervousness. When I first saw him, those sparkling eyes and teeny weeny hands and feet cozily wrapped, melted my heart. 

It has been a long journey since then & I am sure it is going to be continued forever. Those traumatic sleepless nights, frustration, irritation were ( or should I say are) extremely challenging .

But as they say with great powers comes great responsibilities. As I have been bestowed upon the power of being a mother , the responsibility has elevated. Now slowly and steadily we have got a hang of him and vice-versa. 

He simply melts the cockles of my heart when he utters the word “Mumma”. He teaches us a lot of things. To name a few; always be curious, be happy for no rhyme and reason, enjoy the little joys of life and keep trying hard to achieve your goal. 

He is a ball of fire who keeps me on my toes. His itsy-bitsy stunts are a delight to watch. Playing peek a boo means the world to him. Throwing things around is a new and enjoyable activity that never fails to bore him. Sometimes we are at our wit’s end. 

Playing with toys lasts no longer than five-seven minutes. He believes in exploring the world his way. Fiddling with kitchen drawers and switch boards, messing with food are his favourite playtime activities. He feels to have achieved a milestone after this!! 

I wish I could bottle it all up to remember it forever coz he is my Prince Charming who gave birth to a mother in me. 

Thank you my son.                                      Love you to the moon and back !!